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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CUTTIN' RUSHES, by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE Poet's Biography First Line: Oh, maybe it was yesterday, or fifty years ago! Last Line: The day we cut the rushes on the mountain? Alternate Author Name(s): O'neill, Moira | |||
Oh, maybe it was yesterday, or fifty years ago! Meself was risin' early on a day for cuttin' rushes, Walkin' up the Brabla' burn, till the sun was low, Now I'd hear the burn run an' then I'd hear the thrushes. Young, still young!--an' drenchin' wet the grass, Wet the golden honeysuckle hangin' sweetly down; Here, lad, here! will ye follow where I pass, An' find me cuttin' rushes on the mountain. Then was it only yesterday, or fifty years or so? Rippin' round the bog pools high among the heather, The hook it made me hand sore, I had to leave it go, 'Twas he that cut the rushes then for me to bind together. Come, dear, come!--an' back along the burn See the darlin' honeysuckle hangin' like a crown. Quick, one kiss--sure, there's some one at the turn! "Oh, we're after cuttin' rushes on the mountain." Yesterday, yesterday, or fifty years ago . . . I waken out o' dreams when I hear the summer thrushes, Oh, that's the Brabla' burn, I can hear it sing an' flow, For all that's fair, I'd sooner see a bunch o' green rushes. Run, burn, run! can ye mind when we were young? The honeysuckle hangs above, the pool is dark an' brown: Sing, burn, sing! can ye mind the song ye sung The day we cut the rushes on the mountain? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORRYMEELA by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE A BROKEN SONG by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE BEAUTY'S A FLOWER by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE THE GRAND MATCH by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE POETICAL ABSTRACTS: 2. METAPHYSICAL by HAYDEN CARRUTH PHILIP, MY KING by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK HARMOSAN by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |
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